When we speak about nothing
we sound easy going.
But our diet of words
is weighted with knowing.
Conversation we’re having
is new yet outdated.
Nothing’s the same
once you’ve been penetrated.
The words we don’t say
are more cutting than surgeons.
Our words should be changed
as we’re no longer virgins.
But we find that we’re kind
as we climb back on horses.
As we strive to derive
what survived intercourses.
Written by Jason Wright
June 30, 2017
My cousin Danielle, who I did not know in person, often interacted with me on Facebook and commented on my poetry. She died in October of 2020 but I was not informed as no one was aware of our online interactions. She was exactly 6 years younger than me, which we often commented on. Rest in peace cousin.